Chapter 25 The Whispers of the Void and Mr. Hermit
The scorching adamantine projectiles penetrated Vieri's flowing body. The surface of the liquid immediately rippled violently like boiling. Vieri let out a shrill scream, cut off the water jet like crazy, and rolled and crawled away.
go out.
The adamantine bullets wrapped with spell-breaking properties were frantically damaging his spiritual energy, and then spreading the chaotic energy along the flow of the liquid. Vieri exploded into two pieces with a "bang", and his upper body flew out. His liquid
The shape could not be maintained and showed signs of collapse. There were even pieces of flesh and blood in the splashing water.
Vieri screamed with a voice he had never heard before. If he had maintained his human form, this shot would have made him pee and pee.
"I'll be back!" He broke into a large piece of water droplets the size of a mouse, squirming and escaping into the puddles down the hillside.
…
Griffith retreated behind a dry rock for a while and drank some life potion to recover. He was already shaky, and blood continued to leave from the wound, turning into a pool of blood in a few seconds.
After swinging the blow just now, he had come into contact with a brand new power, but the loss of physical strength and blood made his mind begin to blur.
After all, he is only Sequence 8, and his body and spiritual energy cannot sustain long-term consumption.
The dangerous supernatural spellcaster did not run far away. His wails and chaotic breath echoed in the puddles at the foot of the hillside, and he swore loudly that he would tear Griffith to pieces.
Even without the blessing of heavy rain, the ubiquitous stagnant water is still Vieri's ally. His figure is erratic, and the sharp water blade is difficult to guard against.
Vieri's ability is between that of an assassin and a mage. His water elemental form makes it difficult for him to be seriously injured, and he can heal quickly even if he is attacked. This elemental form is similar to the Lordes that Griffith has heard of.
The abilities they have shown in the past are very similar. They use their own magic power to transform their physical forms, and then display combat power and vitality that the human body cannot possess.
As a fragile caster, they have restrained physical attacks to the limit in their elemental form. Swords can penetrate them, and war hammers can disintegrate them, but they can never damage their core. As long as they mobilize their spiritual energy, they will heal quickly.
Griffith can rely on his newly acquired abilities to deal with him. However, Vieri's mobility is far superior to him. In the confrontation between them, every attack of Griffith will also cause heavy trauma.
Although he did not scream continuously like Vieri, he was very aware of the seriousness of the injuries and blood loss just now.
After just a few minutes of fighting, Griffith's breastplate could not block the power of the water jet at all, and was damaged in many places by the sharp blade. He was already covered in bruises, with holes poked in his left and right abdomen. A mortal would have been injured a long time ago.
Death. Even if he was a melee-type Extraordinary with a strong physique, he would probably fall first in such a fight.
If, if there is a powerful weapon!
Griffith wanted to use the power of light. He had already touched the characteristics of the spellbreaker with that blow just now, and was transforming towards Sequence 7. However, even after completing the promotion, he was still one level behind the enemy.
The fist also lacks the ability to cause continuous heavy damage to this powerful super being.
With this thought in mind, he touched the holy sword that did not belong to him.
The holy sword buzzed, and it actually sensed his appeal. At this moment, Griffith realized that Hanguang was an unimaginably powerful sealed object.
A voice warned:
"Don't respond, don't respond."
The warning sounds are fleeting.
The bright sword edge emits a heart-stopping aura. This holy sword has actually led to several different high-ranking beings and is creating a bridge of communication for them.
There was an echo in Griffith's insensitive heart. At first it was just a soft whisper, and then it turned into a strong and harsh call, and several voices spoke one after another.
Deep in the remote and mysterious spiritual world, there is a virtual realm that cannot be described in words.
The first being possesses never-ending vitality, a cycle of decay and resurrection, and evolution. He touches Griffith’s consciousness kindly and affectionately. He does not say more in words, but penetrates into Griffith with sights, concepts, and ideas.
Faith's heart is so gentle and gentle.
He is a thread of life from the virtual realm, with strong curiosity and interest in life forms. He shows a series of possibilities for the body to grow, change, improve, evolve, and even become immortal.
As long as Griffith integrates him into his own flesh and blood.
He waited lovingly for Griffith's reply, just as a father waits for his doting child.
The second existence allowed Griffith to sense the aura of desolation and feel his hunger. This existence did not want to waste time and words. He was a ghoul from the virtual realm, looking for someone to devour.
His request is not much, just a part of Griffith, and will not exceed what he can spend. In exchange, He will give powerful power and teach the knowledge of desolation and hunger. He will shape desire into a weapon,
Enough to defeat any enemy.
Just let Him have a good meal.
He seemed eager to get started.
The third existence seems to understand the secrets of the soul. He entwines his thoughts with Griffith's mind, discusses, and induces him. He is the Lord of Creation from the virtual realm, and will bestow wealth, power, prestige... to all mortals.
things to desire.
The price? A small thing, no more than a tip. He claimed that he only wanted to know what was best for mortals, and that he would help mortals and guide their ambitions and dreams to come true.
As long as Griffith agrees to let Him enter his heart.
The fourth existence is hidden in an illusory dream. He is ethereal and confusing, making it impossible to identify his form. He claims to know all mysterious knowledge and is willing to share it... as long as he allows him to enter his consciousness.
The price He asked for was insignificant, a price so small that it was even imperceptible.
There was urgency in his tone.
Griffith wanted to reject them, but he was frightened out of his wits by these beings from the virtual realm. He didn't believe a word they said.
The price these beings demand is never that simple.
But Vieri will be back soon, and this extraordinary man seems to still have some strength left. Griffith's front is dark, with defeat and death close at hand.
In fact, he has no choice. According to the current situation, he does not have the support of adamantine bullets in the next round of battle, and his health is not enough to kill Vieri. He will die in a few minutes after the battle begins. What can Galadia do?
What to do?
He must take action and make a choice.
Just after these terrifying inducements, the will of Minos, the bone ring, emerged again:
"Griffith, Minos has been gaining resurgent energy from your battles. Now, the preparations are ready."
Griffith said, "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. I don't have much time."
Minos said without any emotion:
"Please allow Minos to introduce you, the beacon and savior of time and space,
"Mr. Hermit from the spirit world.
"He is paying attention to you. He has been paying attention to you through Minos from a long time ago. If you are willing, Mr. Hermit would like to invite you to join his party."
Minos filled the air with an ethereal spiritual energy: "Minos has judged that you have met the qualifications. Minos is waiting for this day to come. Mr. Hermit and his guests welcome you to join the party, but they cannot
I promise you anything."
At the same time, Griffith learned about some mysterious rituals through the bone ring. As long as he spread his spiritual energy and formed a thin six-pointed star barrier to cover himself, the bone ring could summon distant existences for him.
"What price do I have to pay?" Griffith asked.
"Mr. Hermit is not asking for any price for the time being, but I would like to remind you that you must pay a corresponding price for whatever you want at the party. That's all," Minos replied, "Do you want to respond to the four beings in the void, or do you want to fight with them?
Contact Mr. Hermit?"
There is no good thing, so I can only choose the weakest one to see the situation... Griffith took one last look at the puddles at the foot of the hillside and made up his mind.
"Contact, Mr. Hermit." Griffith spread out his psychic energy to form a wall and wrapped himself in it. For just a moment, his body seemed to have traveled through a plane and entered a space he had never known before.
In the vast hall like the starry sky, several figures were sitting around a round table. At the top of the round table, on a huge throne, there was an indescribable being watching him.
A clear voice lingered in my ears.
"Fear brings desire, desire demands power,
"Strength breaks through the shackles, and we will eventually be free."
Griffith found that all his equipment was on his body, and the wounds that had just been torn were still dripping with blood. Everything made him clearly realize that it was his body and not his consciousness that had moved.
What a powerful force this is. Even the most powerful demigods have to rely on expensive and cumbersome teleportation circles to achieve displacement. This hermit can actually do it so easily!
"The holder of the Lord of the Rings Minos," the mysterious being at the head of the round table said in a calm voice, "I am the Hermit, welcome to the party."
The figures around the round table noticed Griffith's arrival. They stood up one after another and nodded to him. One of them, a man with an elegant demeanor and extraordinary temperament, said in a deep voice:
"Hello, Lord Minos, holder of the Lord of the Rings. How should we call you?"
Everyone around the round table is different. They are wrapped in mist. You can see their body shape and temperament, but you can't see their faces and clothes. Different powers are surging behind each person.
These powers are represented by scales, swords, wands, flames, stars, storms and books.
There were even a few young women among them, who looked at Griffith with some surprise and could almost see the wounds on his back.
Griffith looked around silently and made no reply. He was seriously injured, and it was difficult to even speak at first. However, after arriving here, the injury began to heal at an unprecedented speed.
The man introduced him politely and solemnly: "I am the Arbiter, the holder of the Lord of the Rings Rune, which implies contract and order. Starting from my right hand, in order"
"Mr. Stargazer, who is in charge of Lord Du Yin, the Ring of Destruction and Creation."
An elegant man nodded to Griffith. He had pointed elf ears, and his temperament was cold and noble, but he had an indescribable sense of intimacy.
"The ring of valor that symbolizes courage and dedication is wielded by Lord Ruche, Mr. Blood Warrior."
The majestic ring bearer stood up from his seat, with a body as tall and majestic as an orc, and beat his chest in greeting to Griffith. The latter immediately paid tribute with a military salute.
"The Lord of the Rings, who inspires wisdom and imagination, is the ring bearer of His Excellency, Miss Magician."
A charming young woman stood up and lifted her skirt to Griffith, giving him a moving smile.
"The holder of Lord Brunhil's Ring of Champions, accompanied by glory and victory, Miss Feng Xiang."
The ring bearer was a young woman with a long ponytail who looked as heroic as a Valkyrie. She looked at Griffith with interest.
"This is Miss Lover, the holder of Lord Edea, the Lord of the Rings that hints at secrets and discoveries."
The mysterious young lady has long hair that hangs down to her ankles, and her distant and ethereal temperament carries a bit of gentleness and intimacy.
"The holder of Lord Zul'tira, the Lord of the Rings that hints at darkness and shadow, Miss Shadow Priest."
A tall and sexy woman with semi-pointed ears sat and waved to Griffith.
"The last one is the holder of Lord Amfinus, the Ring of Fire and Forging, a brave gentleman who does not belong to this era."
The man under the flame illusion sat opposite Mr. Hermit, nodding proudly in greeting.
A brave man who does not belong to this era? What kind of statement is this? There is an indescribable feeling. I am overly self-aware, arrogant, and feel that I am not understood. I feel unfortunate... I feel a bit naive. How can anyone introduce myself like this?
Griffith, who was injured and nervous, couldn't help laughing inwardly.
The arbiter introduced all the guests present in turn: "As you can see, we and you are in the territory of the wise and noble Mr. Hermit. Mr. Hermit's party is held at 10 o'clock on the first day of every month. Today is
A special meeting convened at short notice. You have passed the selection of Lord Minos of the Ring. You can express your ideas freely and exchange information and materials with us.
"May I ask how we should address you?"
Griffith noticed something strange about himself. He turned around and found that the icy cyclone was turning into terrifying skeletons behind him.
Mr. Arbiter said again, "There is no need to tell us your real name and origin. That is a privilege that only belongs to Mr. Hermit."
So that was it. Griffith carefully glanced at the tall being. He had the outline of a human being, looking at the participants around the round table like a majestic king and a loving elder.
Griffiths was cautious and restrained, and said to those present:
"I am the holder of the Lord Minos, the Lord of Death and Resurrection. You may call me